[Tombstone]High tech weapons everywhereWe roll in the jungleIn the middle of the field, they tumbleSomebody gon' crumble after the rumbleUrban souljah

Head it off, confident jet planeLow fuel, escort it to the runwaySurely not gonna be a fun dayIt's a gun day, warrior skills applyRebels in field, fire in Hell and skyThe deal: the fear of dyin' is realSuck it up, never once to be revealed againMess around, discourage the whole barrackI know somebody's deceivin' meBut I'm fightin' to the end if I believe itJust somethin' about that thriller-iller in a niggaYo, I gotta retrive 'em, splittin' them natural-bornWe're raised to preyWe done brought the forty-fiveForty-four carry, (you withdraw the blame, listen, engagin')On front page, eclipse the world courageousIf they all end up with barren wages in cages

Your left, your left, your leftNow, get on down...Now, stop and meet your fateWasteland gonna rock this placeUh-huh, check it out, check it outUh-huh, check it out, check it out

[Sin]Engage into combatArmageddon is already takin'Its place inside of my brainHeld down by chainsAnd I can't escape my evil wayEveryday seems to get a little bit more strangeTo the point where I cannot sleepA good seed was sewn into full a grown treeWith fruit as leaves, only to be chopped and burnedI don't think there'll ever be a remedy for my diseaseAs tears proceed bleed from eyes of thoseWho scream as they desperately search for peaceA life of misery, all you've ever givin' meI've tried to pray, but my faith won't let me go no furtherIf I got to die for something, it'll be my freedomThis ain't no physical war, it's all mentalLivin' in a final eraOf the very last pages of the Holy BibleIt's almost time to goAs judgement day awaits our mortal souls

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[Tombstone]This is world we live inTruly devoted, frustrations gettin' outThis splurge of mental traffic can drive you crazyMore than enough problems we're facin'That's why Stone keep his mind in a zone, huhReal with ourselvesWe way off in the wasteland, nobody wanna dieNo, nobody really give a damn, strugglin's a motherGotta play it out, can't unroll your coverOn the down low hustle, trustin' in GodLettin' Him provide, we strivin' survivorsAin't about what it was, what it isThe deal, real gorillas in the midst

High tech weapons everywhereWe roll in the jungleIn the middle of the field, they tumbleSomebody gon' crumble after the rumbleUrban souljah